This is an old one but greatly revised. Suggestions please.
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Still tryin' to sort it out but
I think it's all about that time
to eclipse the moon
break the earth's floor
slowly sink
into embrace, a monument encased
in flesh and steam and silence.
Yeah I remember that night.
We wore quiet on our chests like a badge
and the hush like a coat against the cold.
It was way too late for that kind of thing,
us reveling in God's blind spot,
damnit if she saw us
as we cast off old skin and old ideals,
('cause creeds can dirty with time),
and stitched ourselves back up again,
your skin to mine,
and mine to yours.
And this coil we call "alone" sighs at last,
seems its certitude shed,
and slacks its grip.
I say fuck flesh,
cast off that sullied skin again,
cast in something more solid.
We are statues
dancing in night's shroud,
our skin bronzed and brazen.
Kairos tou poiesai to Kryio,
and it's time to break some fuckin' hearts.
Divorce Tomorrow, dump the sun like
"I'm sorry, you just seem so...distant"
and blow out that candle,
'cause it's your birthday darlin'
and like every day you are born again.
Cover your eyes, no peeking into the Past,
tonight deep space has a Present behind its back
and stars will offer themselves anew
for Ever.
Another year older,
another year wiser,
your breath through the flame of my candle, out I go.
There's wax on the cake but
no one fuckin' cares.
And when the smoke clears, look at the sky.
You see it? That's my love.
Like Sirius with all its Sirius-ness.
And Sagittarius,
loosed arrows of Cupid in space searching for Taurus,
swallowed in your sight.
You are the bull's eye.
You eclipse me still.
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